The village morning was bustling.
Before the sky was even bright, the roosters from all directions seemed to have made an appointment, crowing from the east to the west.
The sound of clucking mixed with crowing, the air filled with the scent of straw, the aroma of food, and even a hint of the dampness of dew, all rushing into the nostrils.
He Sichen didn't even know when he fell asleep.
He vaguely remembered speaking with Sister Wan the previous second, and she said, "Don't worry, sis will stay with you."
The next second, his brain plunged into darkness.
He slept an uneventful night, and the moment he opened his eyes, He Sichen felt it was the best sleep he'd had in years.
Usually rushing from place to place, though rarely socializing, he had to read books, scripts, play games with Sister Wan, and chat with Sister Ling and Brother Fei.
Before bed, he'd still go to look at the "Take You Home" website.
At night, he'd always have various bizarre dreams.
